Sunday, 29 July 2012

8 Best Book to Film Adaptations

“It was alright, but it wasn’t as good as the book.”

Films are almost never as good as the books they are based on.The author writes the text, but it's not complete until it's being read – to make it whole takes a reader, who fills in the blanks with his or her imagination.

Each individual imagines
things differently and runs his or her unique version of events in his or her
mind, effectively screening a little movie in their minds, of which they are
director, cinematographer, composer, costume designer, and so on. So someone
else who read the book and then put it on screen is never going to produce the
same movie you thought of when you were reading the book. Not to mention the fact that a film has to
fit in several hours reading time into a couple of hours bum on seat time.

But some movies do manage to do a good enough job to be satisfactory as both a
version of the original story and a piece of entertainment in its own
right. Below are eight of the best.

Lolita (1955/1962)

Vladimir Nabokov penned a classic tale of forbidden love and lust: vivid without being explicit, poetic without
being pompous. Stanley Kubrick takes the
earnest tale and adds a streak of black humour as wide as poor Humbert
Humbert’s eyes the first time he spies his new landlady’s pre-pubescent
daughter sunning herself in the garden.
Nabokov gave narrator HH a sly self-aware wit, but stopped far short of
the broad innuendo of Kubrick’s take on the material (Lolita's mother: "Hum, you just touch me and I... I... I go as limp as a noodle." Humbert: "Yes, I know the feeling."). Plus he
cuts down the novel’s flabby jaunt around the States mid-section and creates a
welcome showcase for Peter Sellers' mania and James Mason’s eyebrow-arched
befuddlement.

A Clockwork Orange (1962/1971)

Kubrick is the master of adaptations, and will appear again in this
list. Here, he compromises none of
Anthony Burgess brutal tale of choice and control, and delivers one of the
screen’s great dystopian fables. The
major piece of editorial work he performs is in basing his screenplay on the shorter American version of the novel which ditches the final
chapter, therefore eliminating a neat but underwhelming coda (Alex simply grows out
of the old ultra-violence) in favour of a darker and more ambiguous conclusion
(Alex has learned nothing – or whatever he has learned has been programmed into
him by the manipulative authorities, leaving him less self-aware than ever).

The Godfather (1969/1972)

A pulp novel it may be, but what pulp.
Mario Puzo’s various chronicles of Mafioso life revolve much around what isn’t said and done. A particular look or turn of phrase can be
loaded with hidden meanings and agendas.
Francis Ford Coppola (screenwriting alongside Puzo) selects the perfect
cast of newcomers (Pacino, Caan, Duvall) and veterans (Brando, Sterling Hayden)
to masterfully portray this world of subterfuge, and adds his own licks – the
closing juxtaposition of Christening and mob violence, the oranges-equal-danger motif – that further enrich the experience.

The Shining (1977/1980)

The Shining the novel encapsulates all that is good and bad about Stephen
King. It’s scary as hell and hard to put
down, but it’s also maddeningly overlong, padded out with unnecessary backstory
– do we really need a lengthy chapter where Jack Torrance reads through old newspaper
clippings about the horrible history of the Overlook hotel? Every decision Kubrick makes improves the
experience: no demonic topiary; no
stuttering sub-plot; no neat ending and sunny coda in which kindly chef Dick
Hallorann survives. Aided by a clutch of
spot-on performances (Nicholson is rightly lauded, but Shelley Duvall is
stunning as well), a great set, classic scene after classic scene, and a score from the depths of hell, the great director delivers a movie that ties with Halloween as the scariest ever
made.

Trainspotting
(1993/1996)

Irvine
Welsh’s blistering debut was a collection of tales set in and around Edinburgh’s
Leith district. Characters and events
overlapped, but there wasn’t what you would call a consistent narrative. Screenwriter John Hodge does a great job of
taking quasi-lead character Mark Renton and following his story, beefing up
some of the characters along the way (Kelly MacDonald’s lusty schoolgirl) and
ditching others (Renton’s brother; Rab "Second Prize" McLaughlin). That the film acquired hot young director and
future Olympic opening ceremony maestro Danny Boyle, landed at the height of
mid-‘90s ‘cool Britannia’ mania and gave signature roles to Ewan McGreggor,
Robert Carlyle, Johnny Lee Miller and Ewen Bremner only helped to cement its
instant cult status.

American
Psycho (1991/2000)

Close to
being the perfect adaptation, it took a woman, writer/director Mary Harron, to
bring Bret Easton Ellis’ apparently misogynistic novel to a wider
audience. The movie takes all the best
elements of the book (yuppie dissatisfaction, petty male rivalry, intense
flashes of sex and violence, soliloquies on ‘80s pop acts) and picks and chooses
what to keep without sacrificing any of its integrity. Harron makes a virtue of the novel’s loose plot,
and focuses on its comedy and skewed sense of reality, making the film one of the key turn of the century ‘what
is real?’ titles (The Matrix, Fight Club, Donnie Darko…). Plus it was the acorn that sprouted into the
career Christian Bale has today.

Let the
Right One In (2004/2008)

A tale as
chilly as the biting Swedish winter in which it’s set, Låt den Rätte Komma In
stands out as a superior modern (well, set in the early ‘80s) vampire tale,
which stands out in an over-crowded marketplace.
Author John Ajvide Lindqvist compressed his slightly overlong novel into
a screenplay that loses none of its bite (ho ho). Director Tomas Alfredson, later of Tinker,
Taylor, Soldier, Spy, even improves on the underplayed swimming pool massacre
climax, and coaxes startling performances from his young star-crossed leads,
Kåre Hedebrant and Lina Leandersson.
Matt Reeves’ American remake is fine, too as far as these things go.

We Need
To Talk About Kevin (2003/2011)

Lionel
Shriver’s harrowing study of nature and nurture is another adaptation that
benefits from spot-on casting: Tilda
Swinton alternately horrid and harried as mother Eva; John C. Riley as her
ineffective husband; and the standout, Ezra Miller as the centre of all the
fuss, demon-child Kevin (further kudos to the casting director for getting a
pre-pubescent who is such a good match for his teenage equivalent). The film translates Shriver’s wordy, thorough
prose perfectly into strong images and visual themes (red features
prominently), and makes light of the novel’s tricky-to-adapt succession of letters
structure.